Chapter 3

Holy crap, that was Kenneth Howell.

'The city's top business mogul, the guy with the fanciest office tower and always making headlines, actually knew my mom.

And he was even coming over to our house to see her.

Maybe he got a thing for her.

Looks like I was about to get a free upgrade in life, thanks to Mom.

Mom was out on the balcony, watering her plants after putting away her knitting. A gentle breeze played with her shoulder-length hair, and the living room was filled with the soft scent of a freshly lit aromatherapy diffuser.

Kenneth was…